So I have man flu.
Shit's going down on my tonsils and nasal cavities and it ain't pretty.
I arrived in San Diego, wearing a skirt, stockings, cashmere jumper, tweed blazer.
I don't think I could've looked more out of place if I tried. San Diego is the California we see in the movies. Palm trees, excessive sunglasses wearage, people in tank tops.
I don't think Tweed blazers and stockings is something you can even buy here.
People were staring; I was sweating like a glazed ham.
Then a large SUV pulled up, with a petite blonde inside wearing ginormous shades.
Just like I last remembered her, 12 years ago in France.
She was one of my two 'surrogate' mothers on my gap yah - and she might be small, but hell she was fun.
We screamed, threw our arms around each other and for the next 28 hours I was in San Diego we didn't stop talking.
As a result? Man flu. So more tomorrow. California dreaming.